#twisted wonderlans

[babylemonart]

Grandpa Baul and his newts

[oepionie]

— "AND WHILE YOU SLEEP, I'LL BE SCARED." overblot gang 

SYNOPSIS: Your lover waking up from a horrific nightmare and scrambling to listen to your heartbeat so he can make sure you're still alive.

⊹ [ cw ] — angst, hurt/comfort, overblot, blood, glass shards injury, anxiety/panic attacks, insecurities, mentions of death, crying (them)◞

⊹ [ tags ] — ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP. GN! READER | riddle tears his room apart, leona feels immense guilt, caring leona, azul having a panic attack, vil being an absolute mess, vil speaks german, shy idia, jamil injures himself accidentally, jamil calls you 'albi' (my heart), malleus immortality angst ◞

⊹ [ w.c ] — 1.5k+◞

✩—RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS:

It's far past his scheduled time for sleep.

A bitter taste is bubbling up in his throat and frothing against his tongue. Riddle doesn't know what this wretched feeling is. All he knows is that he's terrified. Perhaps that's why he allows himself to disturb your sleep, the maddening emotions slamming against his head becoming too much for him to handle.

"I-I apologize for waking you," Riddle rasps, slipping into your shared bed and burrowing his face deep into the crook of your neck. His breaths come out in quick and fleeting puffs, heart thrumming hard against his ribs.

In the dimness of the night, the myriad of mangled and torn-up books that were strewn and flung about the room in a frenzied fury could hardly be seen. Your gaze flickered down to your lover. The tips of Riddle's fingers were a blistering raw red, his once well-groomed nails now visibly chipped at its ends.

With a touch of your tender hands, you pull him down to rest against your chest.

"What's wrong?"

"I–I just…I recalled the incident of my overblot and how I hit you with that blast. H-How you nearly—" Clamping his eyes tight, Riddle dared not to finish that sentence. The boy trembles in your arms—ears fervently straining to hear the steady and melodic thump of your heart, a melody he feared he would never hear again.

A choked sob tumbles from his lips and your chest aches.

"…I'm sorry," was his quiet cry. "I'm so sorry."

✩—LEONA KINGSCHOLAR:

Peacefully fast asleep, your back was nestled snug against the Leona's chest while his firm bicep protectively curled around your ribs.

Over the course of your relationship, Leona began to realize how much he loved having you in his arms. You were at peace when you slept, untouched and untainted by the stress and pain you dealt with every day.

He crept his free hand up your torso, cold fingers slipping underneath your shirt, skimming up your stomach, and settling above the spot on your chest where your heartbeat danced vividly against his touch. Leona splays his fingers out more, fixated on how the thrum of your life felt against his skin.

It was a daily struggle to keep his emotions at bay, ensuring that his strong feelings and magic wouldn't hurt you again. The nightmarish phantom of his blot still haunts him to this day. That wrath was an ugly and hideous beast he wished to keep locked away in the depths of his mind for all of eternity.

Yet, at the soft beat of your delicate heart against his sullied hands—Already, Leona finds himself wavering, uncharacteristically weak.

An overpowering mix of stress and strain washes over him, pooling up into watery blobs and flowing down his cheeks in faint streaks as he silently wept.

"Fuck," Leona curses, pulling your dozing form closer to him. "Fuck. Fuck, I'm sorry. You don't deserve this."

✩—AZUL ASHENGROTTO:

The torment of nightmares was far worse than he remembered, but this dread he felt was unquestionably different, pressing in on him like a frigid cold. The icy sensation seeps into the marrows and dips of his flesh—his sole respite being your touch, which both warmed and scorched at his skin.

"Angelfish." Azul breathlessly sputtered, blindly patting around the bed in search of your body.

Through the fringes of his blacked out vision, he could barely make out your worried drowsy visage. This caused him to panic, pulse picking up, but you were quick to soothe him—reaching a hand out to press against his cheek. Finally finding you, the octo-mer pulled you towards his side of the bed, engulfing you in a tight hug.

Azul tried to stop the flood of tears that layered his face, but your soft lips strewn with kisses on his skin seemed to further elicit his unceasing cries. 

"I'm not going anywhere, Azul. I'm here." You whisper, cradling his face, but he was inconsolable. The octo-mer desperately clawed at your shirt as he pressed his ear deeper against your chest, practically melting into you.

The throbs of your heart echoed through his anguished mind, providing him with some semblance of comfort.

"Don't go….Please…" Azul sputters, body shaking from every deep, labored heave of his burning lungs, "Please."

✩—JAMIL VIPER:

A strangled scream awoke you from your abyssal sleep, your bleary eyes ripping open to dart here and there around the room in a manic frenzy. The ensuing shattering smash of a glass further threw your thoughts into disarray.

"Jamil?!"

Your lover had stumbled off of the bed, now kneeling against the wooden flooring with the bedsheets pooling around his hips, sheets damp from the shattered glass of water on the floor.

A bloody hand clenched at his palpitating heart, glass shards digging into his skin, as his lungs fought to maintain his breathing.

You sprang from the mattress and skidded in his direction, but Jamil scrambled away from you.

"Albi, no. There's glass. Stay away. You're going to get hurt," Jamil stammered. Holding a shaky hand up, the boy avoided your gaze.

"Jamil—" Brows pinched together, you eased towards him. "I'm not going to get hurt, don't worry."

You stepped over the shards of crystal glass with caution and made your way past, "See?"

Once you were within his reach, Jamil caved in and slowly brought you into his arms—careful with his injury. He could feel the distant sting of the cuts on his hands, but he couldn't bring himself to care.

Leaning down, he lay his head over your heart. Even though the batter of your heart was frantic and panicked, it somewhat provided a steady beat for him to follow as he worked to untangle the complexities in his thoughts. Your lover sunk against you, anchoring himself against the warmth your body radiated.

✩—IDIA SHROUD:

As the minutes pass, Idia was rapidly losing every meagre amount of confidence he managed to scrape together.

"Idia��honey? Please get up." You croon, running a hand through his flaming hair.

Though it seemed as if he didn't hear anything—Idia kept his head glued against your beating chest, refusing to get up from his position on the floor.

He's been kneeling before you for so long that the rough fabric of his pants burned and skidded against the tender skin of his knees, sending excruciating stings along the threads of his flesh.

"I—No…N-No…I can't." Idia's lips quiver, eyes glossing over as he diverts his gaze. The weight of his arms lay heavy against your legs, elbows resting by your knees while his dull nails dug into the skin at the back of your thighs.

"Why's that?" You whisper.

Idia shut his eyes. The flash of numerous dreams and nightmares he's suffered at the hands of his own demented twisted memories clouded his mind. It did not help that they were all molded out of his own self-inflicted pessimism...cruel and unforgiving. A reason as to why he couldn't bear to look at you tonight, not when the image of your mangled body was still fresh on his mind.

"I-I'm s-sor-sorry…I ca-can't get up…I need to…” he stumbles for words, his breathing picking up its pace. "I need to…need to know you're okay."

✩—VIL SCHOENHEIT:

"Vil…" You worriedly murmur, pressing your lips against his mascara-stained cheeks, not minding the bitter aftertaste it left lingering in your mouth.

Laying atop the plush silk sheets of his king-sized bed, the dorm leader's eyes were ripped wide open as his chest heaved viciously. It was quite a rare sight as your lover lay vulnerable before you, heart bared open.

Oh, he was an absolute mess.

Dark streams of teary mascara ran down Vil's cheeks, his uniform wrinkled and his golden hair splayed out everywhere—unbound from its braids and tangled up.

The grip of his arms around your midsection tightens as he pressed you up closer against him, his head resting atop your chest. At the sound of your heartbeat, Vil allowed himself to unwind and let your affections banish away even the most ominous of his thoughts.

"Liebling…Es tut mir ehrlich Leid—" Vil rasps, his mother tongue dripping like honey from his lips as he suddenly found it difficult to speak the language he was so accustomed to every day.

Hushing him, you press a fleeting kiss against his brow line and Vil clamps his red-rimmed eyes shut, ceasing to say anything more.

"Hush now. Rest, my prince." You press a gentle kiss to his temple and brush the frizzes of his blonde hair away from his face.

A small smile quirks on his lips as he feels his stomach fluttering from the nickname. The look in his eyes is softly lit, warm like a candle.

✩—MALLEUS DRACONIA:

One day, Malleus knows, you will be nothing more than wilted and withered ash.

It was a truth that wrapped around him like shackling chains—tearing, whipping and lashing against his raw, bare skin. No matter how hard he pulled, scratched, and screamed at it, the chains remained.

The clanging and grating iron truth about reality cannot be so easily pushed away. Human lives are fickle, and you would inevitably leave him.

Once you do, the fae prince knows he will be a mere shadow of his former self, a wretched and lonesome creature awaiting and longing for his lover who was no more than a ghost of his fleeting memories.

"I apologize for the disturbance, my treasure."

And yet, Malleus presses his hand firmly against your beating heart. A distant marching beat serving as his reminder that you were very much alive and well.

"I truly apologize." Malleus heaves, hands clamouring against your collarbone.

Although thick tension and silence still hung heavy in the air, the dragon basked in the warmth and feel of your flushed skin, a bitter smile gracing his lips as he lay beside you on the bed.

"Sweet dreams, beastie…"

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[astro-stars]

lions dont purr (TWST)

The Savanaclaw common room was a chaotic yet oddly cozy mix of noise and motion. Beastmen lounged on couches, joked loudly, and occasionally wrestled in good-natured bouts of strength-testing. Yuu had somehow found themselves in the middle of it all, seated cross-legged on a large, well-worn rug as they watched the dorm dynamics with mild amusement.

Leona lay stretched out on one of the larger couches, looking as uninterested as ever, his tail flicking lazily over the edge. Ruggie was nearby, munching on a snack he’d probably swiped from the kitchen, while Jack sat beside Yuu, arms crossed, quietly observing the room.

“You’re quiet today, herbivore,” Leona drawled, not even bothering to open his eyes.

“Just thinking,” Yuu replied, their tone casual.

“Dangerous pastime for someone like you,” Leona teased, earning a small chuckle from Ruggie.

Yuu ignored the jab, their thoughts bubbling to the surface unprompted. “You know what still bothers me?”

Jack raised an eyebrow. “What?”

Yuu sighed dramatically, leaning back on their hands. “That lions don’t purr. It’s so disappointing. Like, you have this giant, majestic creature, and you tell me it can’t make the cute little purring sound cats do? Feels like a rip-off.”

The room fell silent for a moment before Ruggie let out a bark of laughter. “You’re upset about that? Really? That’s what’s been eating at you?”

“Yes!” Yuu said, sitting up straighter. “It just doesn’t seem fair. You’ve got all the cool lion traits: the roar, the mane, the strength. Why not purring too? It’d be the full package.”

Leona cracked one eye open, looking at Yuu with a mixture of amusement and incredulity. “You’re ridiculous, herbivore. Why would I need to purr? Roaring gets the job done.”

“But roaring isn’t cute,” Yuu countered, crossing their arms. “Imagine how much more approachable you’d be if you purred. People wouldn’t be as scared of you.”

Leona smirked, sitting up slightly. “Scaring people is kind of the point.”

Jack frowned thoughtfully. “I think it’s a biological thing. Lions use roars to communicate over long distances. Purring’s more of a domestic cat thing, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, yeah, I know the science,” Yuu said, waving a hand dismissively. “It still sucks, though. Imagine cuddling with a lion and hearing it purr. It’d be perfect.”

Ruggie laughed again, his grin wide. “Prefect, you’ve got some weird priorities. But hey, maybe you can train Leona to purr for you.”

Leona glared at Ruggie, his voice a low growl. “You’re pushing your luck, hyena.”

“See?” Yuu said, pointing at Leona. “Growling is close, but it’s not the same. You could totally pull off a purr if you wanted to.”

Leona rolled his eyes, lying back down. “Keep dreaming, herbivore.”

Jack shook his head, though a small smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. “You really do think about the strangest things, Yuu.”

“Hey, someone has to,” Yuu said with a shrug. “Life would be boring otherwise.”

As the conversation shifted to other topics, Yuu couldn’t help but glance at Leona’s still form, half-hoping to catch him purring in his sleep. Some dreams, they figured, were worth holding onto.

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DIVIDER: me!!

[lemon-koii]

We're friends, ofcourse–

[•~•~•~•~•~•]

Yuu: We're friends, ofcourse I have a crush on your brother;)

Ace: We're– huh?!

Ace: Is that why you keep asking about him?!

Yuu: It was just a joke🙄

~•~

Ace: We're friends, ofcourse I'm the one who ate all your snacks

Yuu: What

~•~

Yuu: We're friends, ofcourse I'm in touch with your brother!

Ace: Okay what the fuck

~•~•~

Ace: Since when?!

Yuu: After NRC Family Day

Ace: And why?

Yuu: What if I can't contact you? I'm gonna need your brothers number for your safety ofcourse.

Yuu: You're my bestfriend afterall:)

Ace: DAHILAN KA NG DAHILAN!

[•~•~•~•~•]

Translation:

DAHILAN KA NG DAHILAN! = You keep giving bullshit reasons!

[evilcokito]

[luxthestrange]

TWST Incorrect quotes#605 Two Simps inlove

Idia*Coming in with a pink apron and a tray of food*I-I know it isn’t good but I wanted to make breakfast for you in bed...

Yuu: I love it

Idia*Scoffs with a slight blush*You haven’t even tasted it...

Yuu: Whatever made by you is good, Light of life

Idia*Hair turning pink and covers his face but screams*-It’s burnt

[aki-shun]

◈Stained Love◈ [M!Reader x YAN!OB!Malleus Draconia]

It’s hard to hit the submit button, not type this post 〒▽〒

Part-1「here」 Part-2

TW: somnophilia(?), some unauthorized things?? I don’t know what to write here but it’s not healthy （＾-＾) and no smut just little spicy…( a little?)

Sorry for bad grammar (English is not my first language)

Little lightning flashes around the island. The sounds of thunder echoed throughout the dorm. Ambiance was dark. A hum amongst the voices. The words of an old song. Bright lime green eyes scanned his surroundings. Lilia was lying on a bundle of thorn ivy next to his throne. Some of his limbs were wrapped in ivy. On the other side of the throne, Sebek and Silver were leaning against each other, and some of them had ivy on their limbs… Eyes wandered around the hall in front of the throne. All of his friends were surrounded by thorn ivy, but they still had a peaceful expression on their faces. After all, they were all living the dream of their happy ending right now. Happy endings that will last 1000 years. Finally, his eyes turned to you, who was asleep in his arms, unaware of everything. Unlike the others, you had a little more thorn ivy on your body. Parts of your clothing had been torn by thorns, leaving thin little red marks on the exposed skin.

He rubbed his cheek against your hair and inhaled your scent. Ahh, that unique scent that can change everything in the world, your scent. He brought his left hand to your cheek and stroked it lightly. He had always loved to feel your skin. To touch you, to feel you. He can do this forever. He can do anything with you forever…but then you

✶ ✧ · 𝕋𝕚𝕞𝕖 𝕊𝕜𝕚𝕡 · ✧ ✶

I’m going home, Malleus.

What do you mean ‘you going home’?

I return to my world, to my true universe. My home.

𓆩✧•═𝕋𝕚𝕞𝕖 𝕊𝕜𝕚𝕡 𝔼𝕟𝕕═•✧𓆪

Why did you want to leave him? Why did you want to leave him alone in his coldness again? Don’t you know how lonely he is? Don’t you know how much he hates sitting alone in the cold? You know. How lonely he is. How much he hated it. How hard him tried just to make a friend.. And yet you wanted to leave him. With that smile that will make her heart beat fast. You said that to him with that smile of yours. You are really brave, aren’t you? You dared to think that after telling him that would let you go. You stupid human. Humans do tend to be really stupid. How pathetic that you are one of them. But it’s okay. He is here to guide you, to prevent you from doing things you shouldn’t be doing because of these stupid thoughts. So hug this sweet sleep and wait for it’s time to wake up. When you wake up, it will give you a more realistic and more beautiful happy ending than in your dream. So sleep now Darling.

His hold on you tightened as Malleus thought about this. Blot drops were dripping from your body all over you. His left hand was hovering over your body while his right hand was holding your body. If you were awake right now, you wouldn’t be mad at him for doing this, would you? Of course you wouldn’t be angry. You will never be angry with him. You always responded to him with the compassion and happiness he longed for. You would be kind to him as if there was a small child in front of you, answering every question he asked, and if he did not understand something, you would tell him with the same enthusiasm without breaking your expression.

You were different. You are not like the others. You’re not like the ones at school. You’re not like Sebek or Silver. Even if Lilia cares about being nice to him, it’s his duty. He trained and raised Malleus because it was his duty. Even though they were close, Lilia didn’t always cross the King-Commander relationship between them. It’s always been a distance. Nobody doesn’t even stay in the same room as him, and no one talks to Malleus unless they have to. But you are not like them. You didn’t shy away from it. You didn’t distance yourself. You invited him to events, even if you didn’t have a purpose. You gave him nicknames. You didn’t hesitate to talk to him at night. You were even willing to do so. You didn’t hesitate to touch him, hug him, dance with him. You responded with the same enthusiasm. You really listened when he talked about Gargoyes. You even asked him more questions about these topics. You joined him at club events. You once gave him a drawing of gargoyes from Noble Bell College. You are not like the others. You did not distance him like the others.

That was the mistake you made. Distance, you did not put a line.

His hand travels over your body. His face is buried in your neck, inhaling your scent. His mouth opens slightly and he places light kisses from your cheeks to your neck. His kisses hardened and began to leave bruises on your neck. He pulled back and looked at the marks he had made. A dark smile formed on his face. He leaned over your face again and kissed you on the lips. Since he had not yet confessed his feelings to you, he would always come to your room at night while you were sleeping and give your sleeping figure light kisses. Every day, regardless of the hour, he watches you, he remembers everything you do. He was going to open up to you that night, but you gave him the disgusting news that made him nauseous. But it is no longer a problem. He may confess his feelings to you when you wake up. After all, 1000 years pass in the blink of an eye. He didn’t stop touching and kissing you while he was thinking about it. How could he stop though? He was completely dependent on you. The addiction he never wanted to let go. He used to have to leave your room before sunrise, but now he had a long time ahead of him.

But these simple kisses and touches weren’t enough during this time… He needs more. It needs more. Malleus needs you. And you are a good enough human to present yourself to him while you are sleeping soundly. Right?

◸Zelf’s cat was jealous. So you have to wait for more… ᓚᘏᗢ◿

[husbandograveyard]

I will not lie, that last piece had me grinning like an idiot. For the next request, could I ask D from the fluff alphabet for Epel please? Thank you! 💜💜 - Lisa @princess-of-pomefiore

Oh, Epel, I don't think I ever wrote something proper for him besides my kissing headcanons? He's so cute, has been growing on me loads the last few events. Hope you enjoy!

2nd person. GN reader. no warnings, just fluff

D - Dreams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

Epel loves his hometown, and he loves you, and he is a little traditionalist in his way of thinking, in the sense that his ideal future includes you and him, married and living in his hometown. Maybe not with all of the family members in one house, but definitely with his family nearby, they mean so much to him after all. 

Epel would want to have kids, of course keeping your opinion on the matter in mind. Adopted, biological, fostering, it truly doesn’t matter to him, but since the Village of Harvest has a generally elderly population, it would be nice to have some youngins around to bring some life to the party. 

He isn’t entirely sure on what to do with the apple farm, sure that he will play some role in its future, but again, keeping you and your wishes in mind just how big that role will be. Generally his focus is just on being with you and being happy. Family matters a lot to him, so chances are incredibly small he will ever move away with you though. 

Other than that, Epel is pretty easygoing, and will always keep your dreams and opinions in mind, so you can have an ideal shared future. After all, that’s what you’re a couple for: to grow old together, but do it happily so.

This is part of my AB(C)-Day event! Click here to join!

[glo0b]

My Oc's "Family" tree in a tier list lol (Rollo and Grum are supposed to be in the husband tier but they wont show up)

[readsrandomstuff67]

Joseph akaba pumpkin king gear

Voice line: Of course I’ll find the clues first I am the detective after all

Decided to make him a detective cause why not also he is on team vampire

event made by @cheerleaderman

just don’t question what’s in the briefcase

[y-t-w-9]

ˇsmoochˇ

[random-vore-blog]

Angry Entity: Crystalline

It was normal to be in another world fpr Crystalline. Her smile never disappeared, even if she got annoyed by most.

Her friend, Luneora, was mysterious and never talked about her world or anything. She kept a lot of her life to herself.

Basically, all she could gather was that her friend came from a world where dragons were almost extinct.

Crystalline, however, was from a world far different from Luneora's. In her world, there was no such thing as monsters, magic and humans. Just entities.

" What did you think about that boy? He looked rather adorable."

She snickered as Luneora rolled her eyes at her, something that rarely happened around the other students. Crystalline, for the most part, wasn't one to snicker easily.

" Oh Floyd? Yeah, he is adorable for someone that can turn into an eel."

Crystalline hummed.

"But I like Yuu more."

Luneora's jaw dropped, her eyes widened to the size of dinner plates.

" THE HUMAN?! No way! He is weak!"

Crystalline glared.

" Want to repeat that so that I can beat your butt with a spell?"

" Cryst-"

" Repeat that please?"

Luneora kept quiet.

" Thought so. Now keep your mouth shut."

Crystalline was very much a good student and seemed to be ghe second female student here.

Except, she was a lot older than she seemed. Maybe in her early 40's, as she said she was between 30 and 50 years old.

" Now, shall we visit our dear Yuu? Just incase Floyd is doing what I think he is doing?"

" Let's go. I don't want him to eat my favourite human."

" Agreed. Especially the first human I have ever seen in my life. I only heard myths about them from where I come from."

Crystalline said.

" Apparently, they went extinct a few lightyears."

Her eyes were gloomy, the light in them distinguished like a flame. It was rare to see something like this from someone like her. Luneora knew it all too well.

" Let's go before the clowns do something stupid."

" Alright."

...

" WHAT THE HELL?!"

Luneora shouted, gripping her head and pulling her hair.

" WHY WOULD YOU EAT YUU?!"

" Tasty shrimpy in my tummy!"

" NOT HELPING THE SITUATION, FLOYD!"

" Can we all please keep calm?"

Luneora glared at Crystalline.

" He ATE Yuu, Crystalline. YUU!"

Crystalline sighed, rubbing her temples. She was annoyed, exhausted and overly disappointed in Floyd. She was used to it, however.

" Um... can anyone tell Floyd to get me out?"

Yuu asked, and Crystalline lost it.

" OKAY! I HAVE HAD IT WITH YOU EATING YUU!"

Her eyes were fuming with rage as she glared at Floyd. Now it was Luneora, Floyd and Jade's turn to be shocked.

" THIS IS THE FUCKING SEVENTH TIME TODAY!"

Her palm glowed and... out was Yuu from Floyd's stomach. Covered in saliva, sure, but out atleast.

" ... Now I want to have Crysty in my tummy!"

" I'LL BITE YOUR HEAD OFF!"

Crystalline was known to rarely lose her temper, but this wasn't just an outburst. This was going to be a long day.

[astro-stars]

a lion purring?

The sun was high in the sky, casting a warm, golden glow over the botanical garden. The tranquil setting was perfect for an afternoon nap, and Yuu had found herself a comfortable spot beneath a large tree. Leona, of course, had claimed the best position—resting his head in her lap, his arms crossed lazily over his chest.

The soft rustle of leaves and the faint buzz of distant insects created a serene atmosphere. Yuu leaned back against the tree, her fingers idly playing with Leona’s hair. She wasn’t sure how this arrangement had come about—one moment they’d been talking, and the next, he had flopped down with a grumbled, “You make a decent pillow, herbivore.”

She didn’t mind. Despite his sharp tongue and rough demeanor, Leona’s presence was oddly comforting. Her fingers trailed gently to the base of his ears, scratching lightly. She wasn’t even thinking about it; it was just something to do while she relaxed.

Leona shifted slightly, a low rumble emanating from his chest. Yuu froze, her fingers pausing mid-scratch. Was he… purring?

The sound grew louder, a rhythmic vibration that was unmistakable. Yuu bit her lip to keep from laughing.

“Leona,” she said softly, trying to keep her voice steady, “are you purring?”

His eyes snapped open, sharp green meeting her amused gaze. For a moment, he looked genuinely startled, his tail flicking in agitation. The purring abruptly stopped.

“No,” he said flatly, his tone defensive.

Yuu’s lips twitched, and she couldn’t help the grin that spread across her face. “You were totally purring.”

“Was not,” he grumbled, closing his eyes again as if to dismiss the entire conversation.

“Leona, it’s okay,” Yuu said, her fingers resuming their gentle movements behind his ears. “It was cute.”

“I’m not cute,” he muttered, though his voice lacked its usual bite. Despite his protest, the purring started again, softer this time, as if he were trying to suppress it.

Yuu chuckled, her hand moving to scratch along his jawline. “Whatever you say, King of Beasts. Just don’t blame me if this gets out.”

His tail flicked again, brushing against her leg. “You say a word to anyone, herbivore, and you’ll regret it.”

“Your secret’s safe with me,” she promised, her smile softening.

Leona huffed, the purring continuing despite his best efforts to hide it. Yuu leaned back against the tree, her own eyes growing heavy. As the warm sunlight filtered through the leaves, the two of them drifted off again, the gentle rumble of Leona’s contentment lulling them both into peaceful sleep.

TAGLIST: @soramcduckahyucky @lunasmisosoup @kimdourden

DIVIDER: me!!

[evilcokito]

Cherry Coke for Divus 💖👀🏎

DIVUS CREWEL X CHERRY COKE X FERRARI F40)?

[crazyahhmelodii]

HELP HELP HELP!

HELP ME!! I’M STUCK IN THIS WEIRD PLACE!! I SAW SOMEONE WITH A DRESS AND COOL MAKEUP!! I THEN WENT TO SOME THERAPIST AND SAID I’M IN TWISTED WONDERLAND!! PLEASE HELP ME TO GET OUT!!

[lemon-koii]

Kinda wanna see the other families but this is gorgeous! Mama Leech is canonically a worry wart for her sons and texts them everyday. So imagine her worry during Malleus ob

While stuff is going down on Sage's Island, what's happening with some of the families of the NRC students?

S.T.Y.X. probably had to be the ones to tell the families the situation. Even though they explain it as lightly as possible so that there's no major panic, that won't stop the families from worrying.

I thought about Deuce's mom after Malleus casted the spell, when Deuce hasn't called her to talk about his day. Her intuition is telling her that something is amiss, but she tries to brush it off even though Deuce has never missed a call.

She sends a good morning text the following day.

She tries calling him an hour later when there's no response. What if he got sick and that's why he hasn't said anything?

But the call immediately goes to voicemail.

Okay, don't panic. She's sure her son must have forgotten to charge his phone (unlikely, a part of her says) or maybe he's deep asleep from being sick.

Dila debates on whether to call the school. She doesn't want to be overprotective or overbearing. . . and yet her mother's intuition is still screaming at her that something isn't right.

It wouldn't hurt to just be sure, right?

Dila's heart sinks when the call to the school immediately goes to voicemail.

The next chance she gets, Dila drives to the Trappola residence. She starts to feel a little ridiculous when Mrs. Trappola answers the door without a single bit of worry. What if it's nothing? But she still asks if Mrs. Trappola has heard from her son.

Mrs. Trappola shakes her head. "No, but he usually talks with his brother a lot. What's up?"

Dila explains how her son hasn't called or texted her and that the call to the school was unsuccessful. "Hmmm... it could be your phone. Let me try calling."

But the same thing happens--the school doesn't pick up. Dila notices something she missed in the beginning: Mrs. Trappola's stiffness beneath a casual mask. Does Mrs. Trappola also feel like something is wrong?

"Hang on, let me try calling his brother."

He's casual when he picks up and tells his mom that Ace hadn't called him last night. But there is a bit of trepidation when he asks, "Is something going on?"

"No, just checking. I'll call you later." Mrs. Trappola lets out a breath and meets Dila's eyes. Both mothers recognize the look in the other's eyes.

"Do you know Clover Bakery?" Dila asks. "Deuce told me that the son of the family who runs it is in the same dorm as him and Ace."

Mrs. Trappola nods. "Ace mentioned him a few times. Trey."

"I'm going to go over there. Want to come with?"

"Give me a second to get my stuff."

Two worried mothers become three, and they're all sitting around a table in the back of the bakery while a father is with the employees at the front. At this point, it's clear that something has happened to their sons and the school.

The three discuss what to do next. Should they try calling the school again? Reach out to the police station? To another family? How about contacting that Diamond kid's family?

But why stop at this part of the world?

Perhaps a while after the sleeping spell is cast, a little heir is wandering the streets pouting because no one is telling him what is going on.

Something has happened to his uncle, that he knows, but he doesn't know just exactly what.

This little heir may bump into an older woman, a grandmother, who asks why he's wandering around on his own so late in the day. He almost cries in frustration while telling her about the adults not telling him anything about his uncle. He lets slip that his uncle goes to Night Raven College.

That makes the grandmother pause, the uneasy feeling inside of her making itself known once again.

She tells the child that his family might be worried about him and eventually persuades him that going home would be a good idea. She escorts him out of the slums, listening to him talk about his uncle, until some guards find the two.

Before the guards escort the little prince back home, the grandmother asks about Night Raven College. Her grandson is a student there and in the same dorm as Leona Kingscholar. The guards reply with an apology and that they have not heard of an incident at the school.

But she stops them. Surely, they must have heard of something. She doesn't miss the fleeting look in one of the guards' eyes--perhaps that woman has a child who goes there too?

That guard tells her partner to go on ahead, and once the prince and his guard are far enough, she tells the grandmother that all communication to the school and Leona--even to anywhere on the island--have been unsuccessful. Other ways of communicating are being sought, but the guard is bracing for the worse.

She tells the grandmother that if she hears anything, she'll come find her.

The parents of four families congregate in Clover Bakery before it opens. It's clear that no one has gotten much sleep. Cups of coffee are handed out as they all take a seat in the bakery's main area.

"Any word?"

"No."

"Actually," Mrs. Trappola says, "my eldest told me that his friend on the Land of Dawning was given an evacuation order alongside every single citizen there."

". . . The entire land?" Mrs. Clover says faintly, disbelieved.

"The entire land." The weight of the words is heavy and they all silently contemplate what the evacuation could mean.

"Doesn't the heir of Briar Valley also go to the school?" Mrs. Diamond asks. "It's possible he might be keeping everyone safe. Plus--" she fixes a bright smile on her face--"our boys have survived two Overblots. What's one more?"

"There's also a magicless student who goes to the school," Mrs. Trappola says. "I heard from Ace that they've gone through multiple Overblots and survived without so much a scratch. If they can stay standing after that kind of disaster, then this should be nothing for them."

". . . I'm sorry, did you say multiple?"

The bell above the door chimes. In steps none other than Mrs. Rosehearts and a man who seems smaller in her presence. It's not missed the way the woman stands stiffly, and in the corner of Dila's eye, she sees Mr. and Mrs. Clover sitting up straighter.

"Is there anything we can help you with?" Mrs. Clover asks. Dila hears a little tremble in her voice as she tries to sound neutral. She meets Mrs. Diamond's eyes across the way and the two share the same thought: there's a strained history between the Rosehearts and Clovers.

That is when Dila remembers a phone call with Deuce early in the school year--Riddle and Trey's past and Riddle's Overblot.

Mrs. Rosehearts takes a deep breath and lets it out in a half-huff. It seems like she's fighting with her pride. "Yes. Have you heard from the school or your sons?"

"No. None of us have."

Mr. Clover gestures to the chairs. "Have a seat."

The man accompanying Mrs. Rosehearts, Mr. Rosehearts, accepts the invitation. However, halfway sitting down, he notices his wife is still standing. "I'm fine. This shouldn't take long," she says.

He blinks, then fully sits. "So, uh, what have we missed?" he asks.

After the two are filled in, Mr. Rosehearts nods sadly while Mrs. Rosehearts's scowl deepens. "So there's nothing." She almost spits out the last word.

"What about you? Have you tried anything?" Mrs. Diamond asks calmly, like the two were acquaintances.

"Of course I have! But nothing worked!" Mrs. Rosehearts shuts her eyes, tightens her grip on her handbag, and tries to calm down from the outburst.

"We both tried calling people we knew on the island, but our calls kept bouncing," Mr. Rosehearts supplies. "I heard about the Land of Dawning evacuation from a friend of mine. They also said that S.T.Y.X. was the one issuing it."

"S.T.Y.X?!" the room explodes.

"They're only involved if there's an Overblot. So does that mean. . . ?" Mr. Clover doesn't dare finish the sentence.

"But what kind of Overblot causes an entire island to be shut down and another island to evacuate?" Dila asks.

"One that can be caused by a powerful mage," Mrs. Trappola softly says.

The room is once again blanketed by horrified and tense silence. Thoughts return to what Mrs. Diamond said earlier. Doesn't the heir of Briar Valley also go to the school?

Mrs. Rosehearts suddenly spins around and marches to the door.

"Where are you going?" her husband asks.

"To the emissary. I will not sit idly and ponder useless things with useless outcomes while my son is in potential danger."

She's halfway through the door when her and everyone's phones go off simultaneously, creating a cacophony of text notification sounds. They're whipped out and Dila holds her breath as she opens the text application.

. . .

Mr. Clover takes off his glasses and rubs his eyes. Mr. Diamond runs a hand through his hair. And Mr. Trappola and Mr. Rosehearts can't stop staring at the message on his phone.

It felt good finally having a confirmation that something was amiss and knowing that a major organization was handling it. At the same, however, it left longing for more information.

"What about my son?!" Mrs. Rosehearts's demand to know her son's well-being felt like a reflection of what the other parents were feeling inside. Anger, worry, helplessness.

Mrs. Clover sits back in her chair with a distant, worried gaze. Mrs. Diamond leans on her husband's shoulder. Mrs. Trappola rubs her face. Mrs. Rosehearts slams the door as she leaves the bakery.

After a few attempts, Dila finally opens the internet application. It brings her to a news article from a while ago, written by a Sage's Island reporter, and at the very top is a picture of her son performing in the Star Sending Ceremony. She can't stop staring at it. What if she never sees him again?

"Deuce. . ."

Meanwhile, in Sunset Savannah, a little prince runs down a street. His head turns wildly, searching for a certain face. Anyone outside pause to stare at him, no doubt curious as to why the heir is here in this neighborhood of all places. He finally spots her leaving a run-down home and sprints the rest of the way.

The grandmother hears him before she sees him. He slows to a stop before her and is panting as he says, "I know what's happening! The island is shut down and some sticks are fixing it!"

"'Some sticks'?" she repeats, puzzled.

He nods feverishly. "Yeah! That's what I heard."

She assumes it's magic-related. "What about the island? Did you hear why it is shut down?"

He goes to answer, but pauses. "Um... I didn't," he says bashfully.

She's disappointed, but doesn't let that show. "That's all right. Thank you for telling me about what you heard."

"Prince Cheka!" Marching down the street is the guard from yesterday. The little prince's ears press down. "Please, notify any of us when you plan to leave the palace," she says, though it sounds more like scolding.

"I'm sorry. I just wanted to let grandmother know about the school."

The guard sighs. "Your parents have already been told and they expect you back soon. I will stand guard beside the house. Let me know when you are ready to return."

"Can you tell grandmother what you know?" Cheka asks. "I saw you talking to her yesterday."

The guard, beneath the stoic exterior, had been impatient to tell the grandmother. "Very well."

She relays the message she, a couple of the other guards, and the queen received. An incident on Sage's Island. . . All travel to Sage's Island and the Land of Dawn are prohibited. . . S.T.Y.X. is currently handling the situation and will notify when the situation has been resolved.

"I am sorry I can't give you more information," the guard says.

Grandma Bucchi shakes her head. "You've given me enough."

She makes her way to a cracked chair and tries not to fall back on it as she sits. "Are you okay?" Cheka asks, approaching as the guard readies herself to help.

"I'm all right," she half lies. She prays to the stars of the coming night that nothing is happening to Ruggie. She already lost her daughter-in-law and son; she cannot lose her grandson.

"He'll figure out a way to survive. He's resourceful," she says, partly as a reminder to herself.

"My uncle might be helping him. They might be helping each other, like the King of Beasts and the hyenas!" Cheka says, brightening.

Grandma Bucchi knows the story well--everyone in Sunset Savannah does. It came to mind when Ruggie told her about his working relationship with Leona, and the thought wasn't lost on Ruggie either.

Perhaps they are helping each other through the danger that has taken hold of the island. "It is possible. My grandson is in the same dorm as your uncle."

A/N: I have been dying to share this with ya'll for a couple of weeks. I also kind of oneshot this XD